Post-Maskem

No more hiding, I'm peeling back the mask.

Going to show'em all, who I think I am?

A man who thinks, who writes, who feels more.

His pain, his sorrow, his hidden vulnerability.

It's all too intense too contain anymore, It's killing me!

### _We only get one chance to live before we die._ ### _I want to know what it feels like to live._ ### _Played dead for so long I believed I died many years ago._ ### _Now time is heavy on my chest, pins me to the grave._ ### _Talking with a death rattle, let me clear my throat._
### _Spent too many years letting my mind cut me up._ ### _Taking notes on my arms as I bled out for this world._ ### _My own worst enemy stands in the mirror, won't even look at me._ ### _A coward's game is one played alone._ ### _Know when to lose and walk away._
### _Had this world on mute, listening to my own self-doubt._ ### _Crank up the volume and hear me scream and shout._ ### _Crying out for help, can anybody hear me now?_ ### _My will without a way, all my vision distorted._ ### _A broken piece cannot complete a puzzle._